salted fish soaring

Song Qianji smiled secretly.Senior Xian, thank you, you are indeed a man who can be the master of the savior.

Now that you guys have scolded me, and your anger has eased, you should go back to your own homes.

The chess ghost still said no: "You only accept the Qijueqin of Qin Fake Immortal, and don't want my array book. Doesn't it seem that my things are not as good as his?"

The book sage also said: "It's fine if you don't accept the books, but Huachun Mountain is a veritable mountain."

"I've been busy in the field all day long, and if they stay in my hands, they will only be dusted as pearls." Song Qianji looked at the treasure box and chess records, "Treasures have spirits. They deserve a better place to go."

The bright sunlight leaked through the wisteria trellis, illuminating the gentle smile in his eyes.

He thought, after many years, when you meet Wei Zhenyu, you should regret giving it to me.

The book sage saw that his bright eyes looked at dead objects with gentleness, and seemed to be full of affection, and felt that he was like when he was young.

In the whole world, I am afraid that there is no more suitable successor than Song Qianji.Xian Jianchen, you are really lucky, you will not be able to finish being a pig or a dog in your next life.

"You want to go down the mountain, what will you do with the flowers and plants in the courtyard?" the book sage asked.

"Of course I take them all away." Song Qianji said without thinking, "I'm not willing to leave them."

"What do you use? A storage bag?" The book sage tried to tempt, "The storage bag has no aura. The flowers and trees leave the soil and damage the vitality. But if you put it in a treasure box, when you release it in the fief, they are still fresh and fresh. Tender..."

Song Qian made a move.

Not to be outdone, the chess ghost said, "There is not enough aura in the mortal world, and the harvest depends on the sky. If you learn the dot matrix technique, you can keep the vegetable field at a normal temperature in all seasons, so that you can plant out of season..."

It never occurred to him before that he would discuss farming with people in a serious manner.

This is completely unfamiliar territory for him, and he is afraid that he will not be able to fool Song Qianji.

Song Qianji thought for a while: "It makes sense."

He is also in the groping stage for farming.Planting is a broad and profound knowledge, and success on the mountain does not mean success in the mortal world.

"I will keep the treasure for the time being. Seniors can ask me to return it anytime they meet a desired heir." Song Qianji said, "I will also give you a little something."

There were only the last two potato flowers in the field, which he picked off lightly.

Potato Flowers of Songyuan not only sent confused teenagers and timid girls like Meng Heze and He Qingqing, but also peerless powerhouses like Qin Xian, Chess Ghost, and Book Saint.

A flower is full of emotions.

"I prefer white flowers." Shu Sheng said.

He got the light blue, and the white flower was in the hands of the chess ghost.

"Let's change." Chess Ghost said.

If Song Qianji chooses one of the two of them, the other will never give up, and must fight with all his strength.

But Song Qianji didn't choose anyone, and the two looked at each other at this moment, and they could see a little regret and relief in the same disease.

Who can achieve perfection in life?

Just like the remaining poems written on the table, the remaining pieces of music that have not been played, only regrets are true.

The book sage pinned the light blue potato flower on the chess ghost's front: "Nian is fascinated, don't die too early, it's good to live two more years."

Chess has nine grades, the highest grade is called "Enchanting God".Chess Ghost, whose common surname is Nian, was once the youngest and most talented chess player in the cultivation world, hence his nickname.He used this name to challenge everywhere, won many powerful seniors, and broke through many unsolvable endgames.

Later, he himself became a senior, so naturally no one called him that.

The chess ghost put a white potato flower in his bun: "Sexy son, you should die later."

"Sentimental Son" is the nickname of the young man of the book sage. He used this name to court many beauties, and wrote many miscellaneous books, such as "Handbook for Overseas Monks Going Ashore to Prevent Deception" and the like.

Now it has become a secret unofficial history.In order to maintain his coercive image, the academy forbids others to mention it.

Passing on the matter, a big stone in my heart has settled.They all know that they don't have to hold on anymore, but they are still willing to encourage each other.

The two smiled at each other.

Suddenly returning to the old year, I vaguely saw the appearance of the other boy when he was wearing hairpins.

Song Qianji stood beside Zhumen's gate, watching the two of them ride the wind into the clouds and run in opposite directions.

……

"Senior Brother Song. You are looking at the clouds!"

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice interrupted Song Qianji's fluttering thoughts.

The blue clouds are in the sky, and the shadow of the sun moves westward.

Song Qianji looked away, and the outer disciples headed by Meng Heze surrounded him.

Meng Heze changed into a dark red dress today for the effect of the ring.

The young man wore a high ponytail, his eyes were like stars, his expression was bright, and his breath smelled of blood and medicine.

"Are you finished?" Song Qianji asked.

Meng Heze nodded proudly, coughed lightly, and nodded to both sides.

Immediately, an outer disciple shouted loudly: "The leader of the most popular exhibition competition in history—"

Another person echoed: "The support votes far exceed No.2 by [-] votes—"

Zhou Xiaoyun concluded: "All the prizes of the martial arts test are in the bag, and all the magic weapons, pills, and spirit stones are available. The eight great immortal sects and the six great families are vying to invite them, and invite the leaders to be inner disciples."

Cheers and applause sounded like thunder: "Brother Meng is invincible!"

Meng Heze raised his hands and pressed them down: "Be humble, be humble."

The cheers stopped, and Meng Heze looked at Song Qianji expectantly.

Song Qianji saw that he was showing off on purpose, with his tail raised to the sky, and felt funny in his heart

——When you become a majestic and powerful person in the future, when you think of today, I don’t know how embarrassing it will be, I’m afraid I can’t wait to silence all the people I’ve met.

Meng Heze was still looking straight at him.

Song Qianji was stunned before finally realizing that he was here to ask for praise!

"Well, you did a good job." He really didn't know how other people praised the child, so he could barely make up two words, "Keep up the good work and achieve better results."

"Okay, I'll fight again next time!" Meng Heze clenched his fists.

"No, no, no need!" Song Qianji quickly dispelled his thoughts,

"The next time you will go to Wenya will be ten years later. By then, you have already formed a core, how can you still compete with young people for the limelight? How embarrassing."

Meng Heze was momentarily moved and speechless.

It turns out that in Senior Brother Song's heart, I can go from foundation establishment to alchemy in just ten years, which is really faster than Ziye Manjusri back then.

What I didn't even dare to think about, senior brother actually believed in me so much and had high hopes for me.

I can never let my brother down.

He immediately put away his flamboyant look, like a peacock put away the color screen, and saluted solemnly:

"Senior Brother Song's lesson is to obey the teaching of Senior Brother!"

The outer disciples said together: "I would like to follow the teaching of Senior Brother Song."

The momentum is like a rainbow.Bean leaves trembled at the gate of Song Yuan, and Song Qianji was also taken aback.

I was drunk last night, and my feelings were not obvious.At this moment, Fang could clearly feel that these disciples were more united and stronger than before through the concerted efforts of the exhibition competition.

The exhibition match was not only Meng Heze's victory alone.

"What kind of noodles do you want to eat today?" Meng Heze asked.

Song Qianji shook his head: "I don't eat noodles today, I have to pack my things. Before midnight tonight, Hua Weizong will give me a county."

"Brother is going down the mountain?!" Meng Heze was stunned.

He had expected it a long time ago and wasn't shocked, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

He suddenly laughed, turned his head and greeted loudly: "Go down the mountain, everyone, go and pack your things!"

The cheers sounded again, and everyone shouted and went down the mountain together.

Song Qianji was dumbfounded, you listened to everything he said?

Song Qianji said in a low voice: "Why are you going down the mountain? You won the martial arts test leader, and countless immortal families rushed to accept you into the inner sect. You can choose the one you like, and your journey to immortality will be smooth from now on, isn't it good?"

Meng Heze was taken aback.

The blood on the rosy cheeks faded away, his eyes blinked, and tears filled instantly, with a panicked expression:

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother doesn't want me anymore?"

Song Qianji thought helplessly, I am not your real father.

Even if you are a real father, if your son is too big to stay, you should go out and stand on your own.

"Everyone has their own destiny. You are destined to have a bright future..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Heze burst into tears.

Song Qianji saw that it was okay, and immediately put on a straight face: "Are you crying again?! An imposing seven-foot man, he bleeds but does not shed tears. You didn't cry when you were injured in an exhibition match. Now pretend to me..."

Meng Heze stared at him with a pale face and red eyes.

All the outer disciples stared at him as if he was a scum who abandoned his family.

Song Qianji couldn't continue, and he was worried about the public's attention, so he had to change his words in a low voice, "Okay, I will compensate you, don't cry anymore, I was wrong, I was too much."

Song Qianji was helpless and speechless.

No one dared to cry with him in the previous life, why did they come to cry with him in this life?

But Meng Heze thought, how can Brother Song go to the mortal world alone?

When you are hungry, no one cooks noodles; when you are thirsty, no one serves tea.After finishing the work in the field, no one handed a silk cloth to wipe their hands.

In case of encountering a strong enemy, being bullied, and no one to protect...

The more he thought about it, the more he collapsed.

"Let's go together, brother, take me with you!" Meng Heze clutched Song Qianji's sleeve.

"Brother Song, take me too." Zhou Xiaoyun shouted.

The disciples from the outer sect shouted: "We will go with the senior brother! We will follow the senior brother to the death!"

I went to farm, not to fight, why do you want so many people to "swear to die"?

Song Qianji said in a deep voice: "The place I'm going to is not the beautiful mountains and rivers. There is no grass, evil beasts are rampant, and the conditions are difficult. If you delay your cultivation, if you really want to go, it will be tantamount to killing yourself!"

He intended to intimidate the other party to retreat in spite of difficulties, but when the disciples heard this, their belief became firmer.

How could Senior Brother Song be exiled by Huawei Sect to such a poor place by himself?

"We are not afraid!"

Song Qianji: "Life in the mortal world is hard..."

"What are we afraid of in the mortal world? We are originally from the mortal world." Zhou Xiaoyun said, "I used to feel that I was very humble. Teach me, you don’t need to be angry with the sect, and you don’t need to fight your way to work. Didn’t we succeed in this exhibition match? No matter how humble the power is, if we gather together and twist into one rope, we can accomplish many things!”

"Since we are going to a bad land where weeds don't grow." Meng Heze had a flash of inspiration: "Then we can help senior brother open up wasteland! We need manpower to open up wasteland."

"That's right!" Everyone agreed, and even gave a hundred reasons for going down the mountain together, looking at Song Qianji expectantly.

Song Qianji was silent.

If so many people stay in Huawei Sect, I am afraid they will not be treated kindly.

It would not be easy if he followed Meng Heze to other sects.

If they disperse and find their own way out...they have just gone through hardships and dangers together, and their friendship is stronger than that of relatives and friends, and they are the last to be separated.

Let's take them away for the time being, and when they repent, then find a way out for them, and teach them some good exercises according to their respective characteristics, so it is not too late.

No matter who it was, if he stayed by his side, he always felt that the other party would regret it.

Song Qianji waved: "Then pack up your things and go down the mountain together!"